Ark pigeon mode, activated!

Considering her current age, this should be considered...infant education?

Unfortunately, the sirens are born with wisdom and can easily see through the mysteries of many things and understand the principles of heaven and earth. They cannot be called pure white paper that can be painted on at will.

Besides, he didn't have much time and couldn't stay here for long.

Even if he broke through the obstruction of the Four Seasons Lord and the Lord of the Eternal Light Realm, time and space itself would still repel his existence that traveled through time and space. This repulsive force would become stronger as his stay time increased, and sooner or later it would exceed his tolerance. If he didn't want to die here, he had to leave early.

He held Isfir's hand and they walked together on the boundless ocean.

Countless colorful streams of light gathered at their feet, forming a road of light that extended infinitely forward.

Although he is only at the Black Sun level, Chimila has a feeling that the world is at his disposal. The wishes that his thousands of eyes are watching will inevitably become reality.

"Isfir, I traveled across this ocean for months, witnessing civilizations drifting like duckweed, extinguished in an instant. I remember the thousands of lines of poetry they left behind, those faint, cold words that recorded their final despair.

At that time, I began to think about what this fragile thing meant to us, an existence with eternity within reach..."

Camilla tilted her head, and the deep red eyes from Isfir stared at her former master.

How terrifying is the power of time. Stones weather into sand, civilizations are born and then die out, and the world itself will sink into the depths of the sea of ​​illusion after a long time, accepting the fate of destruction.

The Ascendants and the gods are the most stubborn things in this world. No matter how time changes, they cannot be damaged in the slightest.

They can even bestow their power upon those close to them and their followers, allowing them to share this eternity.

However, no follower can truly bathe in this eternal light forever, and no one can leave their mark next to the eternal great being.

It was only after Camilla was promoted to Black Sun that she faced this problem clearly - those ordinary souls, who had not gone through countless hardships and had their hearts polished like bright diamonds, would become corrupted and distorted over the long years.

Granting them eternal power is just putting their fragile hearts into immortal bodies, in which they will continue to decay, twist, and become unrecognizable.

Everything is just something after all.

The Lords of the Four Seasons cultivate civilization, and the Palaces of the Kings elevate their races, all in the search for those who can walk with them in the endless future.

So, what should he do?

Kemira asked himself more than once, what should he do to keep everything he cherished?

He was too greedy and wanted to keep too much...

But the answer to the question did not bother him for long, because it had already been clearly laid out before him.

"Isfir, do you know me?"

Camilla asked a very delicate question.

In this ancient past, Isfir was just born and had just met him, so how could he know him?

Therefore, Isfiel, who was listening to his words quietly, asked with a little curiosity at this time.

"Isfir...is that the name you gave me?"

Camilla was silent for a moment and nodded.

"I have traveled from the distant future to witness your birth. You can call me Chimera."

He felt a sense of destiny.

The words he was about to speak were the present, the past, and would shape their future.

He heard a voice coming from the depths of his soul. The voices overlapped, like the magnificent chanting of millions of people, but more like his own lonely monologue, blurting out through this heavy body, resounding through the sky like thunder!

"I am a ghost wandering over the graveyard of civilization. I am a miracle born from the deepest darkness. I am light, shadow, everything in the universe, all living things... Everything you see is me!

So, Isefel, why can't you be me?"

In an instant, twisted transparent ripples appeared out of nowhere, bouncing away Isfiel, who had a look of surprise on his face.

The repulsion of time and space suddenly increased dramatically at this moment, and Camilla's figure became blurred. She could no longer stay here for another second!

He turned his head to take one last look in the direction outside the world, and was immediately swept away by the torrent of time, transforming into a brilliant rainbow light, rushing towards the time node where he should have been.

Countless streams of light surged and burst out in the torrent. Once they touched his light, they merged into it and then separated again.

Hongguang, who didn't even have any cells, felt the pain of being tortured to death.

Those lights are information, a civilization, or a world. When observed on the macro scale of time, most of them are just inconspicuous glimmers.

But even if it is just a toddler who has not yet stepped out of the cradle of the planet, a child who is still trapped on the earth, the information engraved in time by a civilization is still an extremely exaggerated amount compared to an individual.

Logically speaking, a Black Sun-level being would be almost overwhelmed after receiving information from one or two civilizations. Camilla also truly felt the limit of her ability to receive information, the limit at every moment.

When he touches new light, he will have new limits.

It seems...something in my heart has broken...

“It makes…”

The gorgeous rainbow light crashed into the realm of a moment.

At the main seat of the banquet, Camilla sat lazily, her eyes slightly closed, her long pale hair flowing to the ground, floating slightly in the misty clouds of the fairyland in the moment, inexplicably strange.

"Tired..."

He let out the word like a sigh.

For a moment, he even forgot what language he was using.

In such a short period of time, the amount of information he recorded was too huge to be processed.

He had completed the reorganization of his consciousness a long time ago. His completely unrestricted consciousness was enough to calculate the motion state of every particle on a planet. After being promoted to Black Sun, not only could this powerful state become normalized, it was also far more powerful than before. However, even so, it was far from enough.

In his slightly confused mind, some fragmentary information caught his attention.

That is the information from the real world.

And...it's suspected to be related to him.

In the torrent of time, the phantom sea and the real world are still two structures that are not interconnected, so the information obtained is all observations of the real world from the phantom sea.

Before the Lord of the Four Seasons ascended with the Northern Crown, in the more ancient times, the intelligent beings living in the real world had a very special name for a certain period of time - the Crystallization Age.

Camilla looked down at the black crystal on the jade plate in front of him and was silent for a moment.

……

Chapter 402: Blade Master Tower, Who Can Accompany You to the End...

Illusion world.

"I suddenly remembered something."

Camilla whispered, pausing in the desert.

While he was lost in deep contemplation in reality, sorting out the endless information in his mind, he had already been trudging through the yellow sand with Carnellian in the illusionary world for a long time.

It is not difficult to deal with both reality and illusion at the same time. People who have achieved some success in spiritual practice can easily multitask.

His only problem was the serious imbalance between reality and illusion. In reality, he was extremely powerful at the Black Sun level, but in the illusion, he was extremely weak and had not yet recovered from his previous near-death state.

"Doc, what's going on?"

Kanelian asked.

"I remembered I should have a weapon, but I don't know where I lost it."

Camilla said softly.

This is not the sudden awakening of a memory, but a clue pieced together from very scattered information in reality.

But as she thought about it, Camilla shook her head again.

"No...time is messed up. There should be a weapon in the future."

The information he obtained in the torrent of time came not only from the past, but also a small part of the future, but most of the future had nothing to do with him.

He never left the Lingbo Prison, so what happened in other places naturally didn't matter to him.

"Doctor, what are you going to do?"

Kanelian continued to ask, with a hint of curiosity in his expression.

She knew a lot about Chimera, but there was nothing she could do about it since it hadn't happened yet.

"Of course... to create weapons."

Camilla replied thoughtfully.

He had no need for weapons. When he was weak, he used to use swords and spears. Now, even though he had a Black Sun-level body, he no longer engaged in close combat, so weapons were dispensable.

And in the glimpse of the future he glimpsed, his weapon was a sword.

It is still a relatively conventional style, like a one-handed sword.

With his extraordinary strength, he must use large weapons in close combat, otherwise he will have to flexibly use smaller weapons such as daggers. A one-handed sword is somewhat inadequate.

However, in his understanding of things, there is no such thing as parallel worlds or different world lines. The future that can be glimpsed must be the reality that has already been determined and the past that already exists.

Camilla believed that he would rarely do meaningless things, and it was even more impossible for him to handle things like weapons casually, which required careful treatment. In this case, the emergence of such a future meant that he had this need!

What did he need a sword for? Could it possibly help him defeat another version of himself who was most likely regaining his full power!?

Thinking of this, Camilla's face became a little gloomy.

Honestly speaking, apart from achieving an absolutely immortal heart in a very short period of time and integrating the three eternal elements to become a god in one fell swoop, he couldn't see any other possibility of successfully defeating another him, unless... other gods or even the Lord God intervened!

He has existed as a mad god since the ancient times when the Everlight Realm was still in the Fantasy Sea. To become what he is today, the intervention of other gods is definitely necessary. It is not impossible to find a way to get them to interfere more.

The only question is, what is their purpose?

Camilla inevitably thought of a key point: the gods are immortal and cannot be erased by any means. How did this generally accepted conclusion come about?

Could it be that these idiots used him to verify it?!

The attitude of the high-level beings such as gods he had met so far, even if not friendly, was at least neutral. Camilla did not think that this was without reason.

After thinking for a while, Chimera put away these messy thoughts and thought about how to get his sword.

The main material of the sword is particularly worthy of reflection.

He had long understood that the weapons and props created by the Ascendants or gods were essentially an extension of their power, a part of them. If necessary, their will would awaken from them and transform them into their original form.

So... if he wanted to find the main material for the sword, he actually had to ask who was willing to chop off their hand as a weapon for him?

It's not that it's not possible, it's just a little offensive.

Camilla thought for a long time and felt that the person most likely to chop off his hands was actually... the God Lord of the Yongguang Realm!

Because of Isfir, he is also somewhat involved with this person, and the probability that the other party supports his actions is not low.

So the question is, who is that God Lord?

Moon Lord?

He knew that among the palaces of the kings in the Yongguang Realm, there was a Moon King Palace, which was definitely a god, but it was unclear whether he had reached the level of a God Lord.

Camilla thought for a long time and did nothing.

He had long experienced the terrible impact of calling on the gods, so how could he act hastily just because of an idea?

This time, he followed Carnellian as he moved through the illusory world, trudging across the endless yellow sand.

Because the perspectives of reality and the illusion world overlap, it is equivalent to a part of his consciousness being trapped here forever, so naturally he is not in a hurry to get out.

He wanted to see where his operators wanted to take him.

In the past, he was too weak and had trouble surviving. He refused to go wherever the operators wanted to take him. Now that he feels a little more confident in facing these things, he naturally wants to explore this aspect.

After this little episode, Camilla continued to follow Kanelian.

His body was still a little weak, but strangely, he no longer felt hungry or tired, probably due to the effect of being in sync with reality.

Before he was promoted to Black Sun, he had already gotten rid of the troubles of these negative states and had almost endless energy.

And after the promotion... he felt like a perpetual motion machine.

The yellow sand is endless and I don’t know where it ends.

Camilla didn't ask, perhaps... deep down she didn't care.

The repetitive cycles of rising and setting of the sun and moon gradually became blurred, the sky and the earth became dim, the wind stopped, and it seemed as if time had abandoned this place.

At a certain moment, Camilla suddenly felt something in her heart, and she couldn't help but stop and look back.

He crossed a line.